Make It No MoreMature

The war is horrible, the bombs screaming until dawn
Opposing soldiers march the streets, how I hate the demonic spawn
A mother wails shrilly for her dead child
Bangs are heard, and she's shot, too, like an animal in the wild
I'm peeking out my window, horrified by what I see
But there's no avoiding the war that takes place all around me
Love does not exist during the fighting of the men
Rage's violence has escalated to this, like a bear prodded from its den
I used to fear my death, but now I fear this life
Death is more calm, and causes a lot less strife
Please, put a stop to it and end this cruel war
Stop all the killing, please make it no more!

The End

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